Logan Walker Novels & Stories

Perhaps if my limbs were working well, I would have danced and thrown leaves into the air. "Why did you do that?" I question Cal, as he clambers out after me, kicking the trap door that once concealed me closed. He turns, looking at me. In the light, he is so much more handsome. But something painful and deep set lies within his gaze, and I feel mildly sorry for whoever the woman is that has to crack him. That's why I decide not to question him on who he is. "It's my job. What my boss says, goes." "Who's your boss? Grayson?"

' I think to myself. He has the perfect event to go to, to celebrate his new twisted plots and incredible ideas to make the life of 'Sophie Patterson' the worst in all of Lakeview Academy's history. ( third-person pov: meanwhile, in a different house- Logan gets ready, dressing in a black t-shirt, with dark blue jeans, and his converse high tops. He grabs his keys and runs down the stairs of his house, slamming the door behind him. He'd always forget to lock the door, but for all the good reasons, his sister, Ashley would always keep an eye out to secure the house when he'd leave. He quickly got into his car, driving away to Sam's house for the last summer party, before their first day of c

I feel… dangerous. The screen refreshes. More men appear. Swipe left. Left. Another left. And then—him. Logan, 29. Ex-military. Six-foot-two. I make bad decisions but great pancakes. Swipe right if you can handle sarcasm, tequila, and trouble. His grin is cocky, the kind that says he knows exactly how reckless women ruin themselves for men like him. His chest is bare, dog tags glinting against muscle carved from grit, not gym mirrors. His eyes are sharp, mischievous, alive.

CLAIRE: (saw a dark figure passing the front of their house) Isn't that...(followed the figure until it got to a bar) Hmmm...what is he up to? In a bar an under 21 is not allowed in INSIDE THE BAR BARMAN: Xup Logan LOGAN: Give me a bottle of tequila BARMAN: Trouble in paradise? LOGAN: Sort of. OUTSIDE THE BAR BOUNCER: Little girl, where do you think you're going?

toast. I was mid-bite into a scavenged sandwich when the heavy iron bolt on the front door slid back. Logan walked in, looking like he’d been through a war. His black jacket was scuffed, his jaw set in a weary line. He slumped onto the sofa, the old springs groaning under his weight, and let out a sigh that seemed to rattle the floorboards. Then, his dark eyes caught my resume and the spread of blueprints on the table.

He nodded, once again giving us a pearly white grin. “You can retire now. Logan here will escort you to your room and tomorrow morning he will show you where you will be working, so you can start right then. And if you also have any further questions, he will be answering as well.” He motioned towards the massive guy, who now straightened up from the wall and took a few steps towards us. “Ok...” We nodded, then turned around and followed Logan, who was already heading straight towards the door.

Honestly, it’s even worse in review. Mr. Anatomy– Logan, his name is Logan– might be the hottest man I’ve ever seen in person, and he’s far beyond the likes of me. Especially if I can’t get a handle on my damn mouth. For such a relatively small part of my body, my mouth has gotten me in more trouble than I care to contemplate. The best I can hope for is that he forgets me entirely and maybe in a couple of years I can meet him again. By then I’ll have a different haircut, maybe a different style, I’ll have dropped those fifteen… twenty pounds, and I’ll be completely unrecognizable as the weirdo from the staircase. Then, oh then, my future self can seduce him and maybe even sate this unreasona

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Logan I stood there with my blood boiling as this guy who I had no damn idea who he was, stared back at me with a stupid smile on his face. He extended an arm out to me, making my jaw clench, but my son was here. I wasn't going to make a scene in front of him. "So, you're the infamous Logan? Nice to meet you, man." He says smiling.

The woman on the back of his bike with her bold, flashy attire, stepped down and leaned on him. Margo excitedly ran toward Logan, as he stepped off the bike with his towering figure with muscles bulging against his black T-shirt. All the spectators were immediately intimidated by his presence. Logan was the infamous leader of the local high school gangs in the city, known for extorting students and recruiting followers to expand his influence. "Where’s the person we’re here to meet?" Logan asked gruffly. "She is not here yet," Margo answered quickly. "She is probably too scared to come," Logan scoffed. "If she actually shows up, I might admire her courage. Hahaha!"

With Ross at his trail. " He is at your mother's -" Logan nods, dismissing him. Asking him for the keys. " I will manage from here. " " Sure Sir." Taking a deep breath. Logan makes way towards the place his father has been visiting every day since last one year. Parking the car. His eyes stop at the figure with his back on him. His hair all grey, skin wrinkled. A stick held in his hands. And a red rose in his hands. " Dad?"